"White Light"

By Casca

A collection of scenes from Edward's perspective that picks up where chapter one of Midnight Sun leaves off

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. All rights reserved.

Author's Note: The majority of this story was written prior to the Midnight Sun leak, and will not adhere to any Midnight Sun "canon" with the exception of the first chapter. This fic directly picks up where chapter one of Midnight Sun leaves off, and is entirely my version of events thereafter.


The trees rushed by, a blur of brown and green. More green. Everything was turning green again. The turnoff for Forks was fast approaching.

The speedometer read ninety-two. Edward's jaw tightened reflexively. With a keen sense of purpose, he pressed his foot down onto the gas pedal and the sounds of acceleration rose - the roar of the engine, the howl of the wind, the hum in his head. He reveled in it. The prospect of whizzing through the world at a velocity that defied nature, leaving time and space behind only to find infinitely more to push through was an exhilaration that was unsurpassed.

A pesky little impulse made its appearance for the second time in the past five minutes. Intuition flared, told him to lift his foot a fraction. To slow down. A tight smile pulled at Edward's lips as he accelerated past a hundred. If things had been different, he would have found it laughable. There weren't many beings on this earth that could influence the speed at which he drove. His mother could attest to that.

Gentle eyes and a soft smile filled his head and the corner of his mouth tugged reluctantly as he stared blindly at the stretch of road in front of him. In his head, he was driving down a completely different road, in an earlier decade, in a car whose speedometer went only as high as seventy-five miles per hour. He'd been doing seventy-four. She was beside him in the passenger seat and her frown creased her forehead.

"You shouldn't go so fast, Edward," she was muttering and he was grinning, both at the absurdity of her worry and the affection he felt for her.

"Sorry, Mom."

He supposed it was something that came with motherhood. Worry for your children. The fact that your children happened to be indestructible took a backseat to the protective instincts.

With the thoughts came an ache that caused his hand to tighten on the wheel. He missed her. It had only been a few days, and he still missed her. He hadn't been able to help himself, after leaving the hospital, from listening in the direction of his home. Even though the voices got more and more vague as he'd driven away from Forks, he could still hear smidges of their thoughts. He listened for hers, and though he hadn't been able to gather much, he had heard the hum of worry, saw flashes of light that meant she was feeling an immense amount of love. Nothing more.

In the great distance there was a sign, and the word Forks stood out as though it was written in neon. His foot twitched on the gas pedal again, but he didn't ease up. He kept his speed, refusing once again to slow down. He'd refused himself enough in recent days.

A familiar image flashed in his brain then and his smile turned to a grimace. The image was one he'd been dancing with since leaving. It contained a single face. and with it a. He ignored the tidal wave of emotions that came with the image and picked out the one he wanted, the one that had lead him to this road back to Forks. He let it take over until the frown turned into a tight, grim smile. He recognized his own arrogance with the newfound authority he had acquired over the past week. The authority that had led him to one dominant thought:

Who was she, an insignificant little girl, to chase him from where he wanted to be?

He hit one-fifty before he saw the turn-off. Then he heard Alice.

know you can probably hear me by now, you're about ten minutes from home. Don't worry, you won't kill her, Edward - at least from the way things look right now. You must be pretty confident about it. I haven't had a single vision of you killing her since… hmmm… I think since about two days ago, actually, good job!

He closed his eyes at her candor as she prattled on.

I was thinking that it'll be okay. You have tomorrow to hunt, and we can spy on her if you want. You know - maybe if you see her as a person more, it might make things a little easier. Here, look at Monday – see, you even sit next to her in Biology again – look.

She pulled her visions of Monday into her mind and therefore, into his. He was back in school. Bella Swan sat next to him. He cringed away from her, and yet… she was alive. She was fine. She spoke with Mike Newton in gym. She cooked dinner for her father. She was in her bedroom doing homework. She went to bed.

It was beyond ridiculous. The scenes that Alice shoved into his head could change the moment Bella Swan appeared in front of him and they both knew it. Even now, as he watched her sleep, seemingly safe and sound, his throat burned. But he couldn't stop the weary smile anymore than he could stop Alice from being Alice.

Edward pulled into the garage a few minutes later and she was perched on his Volvo, still talking to him in her head. The others were there, as he'd known they would be. Esme reached him first and wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders. You're home, her mind whispered, relief pushing away all other thought, and she squeezed him once before letting go. Emmett had him in a headlock which Edward reluctantly allowed and Rosalie laughed, pushing her husband aside to give Edward a quick, one-armed hug. Jasper grinned. Carlisle met his eyes.


"For now," he said, and heard hums of relief in every one of their heads. Then his hand shot out to catch the baseball Jasper tossed to him.

"Game tonight?"

A semblance of normalcy found Edward as he turned the little white ball around in his hands, flicked it up and caught it. He couldn't give himself over to it fully, not until he could put Monday behind him. But it felt good to have something to look toward before the inevitable reunion with Isabella Swan.

"I'm in. What time?"

Everyone looked at Alice, who narrowed her eyes and hopped down from the car. "Around midnight. Storm's a doozy."

Emmett hissed and flexed his fists. "You're going down, Whitlock. I owe you."

"And I owe this one," Edward said, foolish enough to try and grab Alice in a headlock of his own. She caught his wrist and ducked under his arm to trot into the house. They all trailed in behind her. "I hit twelve potential home runs on the night she decides to get fancy and play outfield."

"What was the score that night?" Jasper laughed, sending an appreciative glance in Alice's direction.

"She should only be allowed to pitch," Emmett grumbled, thinking of his own home runs Alice had thwarted that night with her nearly unmatched speed in the outfield.

"Well, I like pitching better, so you can stop the temper tantrums," she told them over her shoulder with that annoying knowing grin of hers that probably meant she could foresee the exact outcome of tonight's game. Edward didn't find it annoying today.

He allowed himself a smile as he followed his family into the house.